Because Yu Chuaner has taken all the inside and outside these days, Xiangling has lost her time and took the time to go to the Xue family that morning.

First, I visited Aunt Xue and Baochai, two old masters, and second, I asked Ying'er for help and made up a few ears used to tie the pockets of the famous posts, which could be considered as a public and private bond.

After meeting, Aunt Xue pulled her to care for her. After confirming that she was not restricted in the Jiao family, she still had that innocent and romantic temperament. Then she breathed a little relieved.

Because I was curious, I asked Xiangling casually what was the difference between being at Jiao’s family and being at her own family.

“There is no difference between the ones next to you.”

Xiangling replied, "It's just that my master often talks about economic careers, and I'm confused when I listen."

Aunt Xue first laughed and said, "We girls don't have to pay attention to these things."

Later, I remembered that since her husband died, Baochai was most impatient with these things because her son was tired of them, and she couldn't help but sigh.

Baochai felt quite uncomfortable next to her, and what she thought was that besides her brother, there was Baoyu. If Xue Pan ignored her, Baoyu would just hate these things from the bottom of her heart.

I don’t know if they can return as they grow older.

"Stop talking about these things that are gone."

Baochai sighed in her heart, but stood up with a smile on her face, pulled Xiangling and said, "She has finally come back, but her mother is so sad. Will she come again in the future?"

"Come on!"

Aunt Xue said anxiously: "If she refuses to come, I will ask her to post every day!"

My mother and mother laughed and made a fuss for a while, and Xiangling then searched Ying'er alone to tell her purpose.

Ying'er asked: "It's easy to weave a few ears, but what are the requirements for this style?"

"Our master only says it looks good, it's convenient."

Xiangling gestured and said, "What the family prepared is such a large and wide silk bag with green cloud pattern. Usually, the servant slings are used, but sometimes we also need to use it."

Ying'er was a little embarrassed when she heard this: "It would be fine if she was just a servant carrying it with her. Since your uncle Jiao wants to use it, it's better to take a look at the bag to match the style."

After hearing this, Xiangling wanted to take her home and see clearly.

Ying'er refused and went to ask Aunt Xue for instructions, and then reluctantly responded.

Nothing to say along the way.

After arriving at Jiao's house, Xiangling went to the main hall to get a bag of famous posts, while Ying'er was waiting in the corridor with some restraint, and at the same time she couldn't help but look at the layout of the courtyard.

In terms of spaciousness and luxury, this courtyard is far less than Jia Zheng, and Baoyu's residence is much worse than Lixiangyuan.

But the details are very neatly cleaned up, which is more organized than the Xue family.

But this is normal. The Xue family is in charge of internal affairs. No matter how smart she is at the age of fourteen or five, how can she compare with Lai Wang and Xu's old ways?

Just as he was curiously scanning, a pale-faced Yuchuaner suddenly walked out of the east wing. The two of them met in the corridor and hurriedly went around the courtyard to meet and talk.

Since she is Jin Chuan'er's sister and the 'landlord' here, Ying'er took the initiative to greet her: "I heard that my sister has arrived here, but I don't know how comfortable she has lived here?"

Yu Chuan'er squeezed out a little smile and deliberately emphasized: "It's so comfortable. The uncle and wife treat me very well, and I can do it inside and outside."

Ying'er was very surprised when she heard this. In terms of age and past relationships, Xiangling should have made the decision, but no matter how she said it was all about it?

However, when I saw Yu Chuan'er's left wrist, I looked at the golden bracelet that was a little overwhelming, but Ying'er didn't understand anything?

He immediately cursed "What a slut" and secretly hated Xiangling for being unscrupulous. He had already had a relationship with Mr. Jiao, but why did Yuchuan'er suppress her?

At this time, Xiangling happened to walk out of the main hall with two silk noodles bags.

As soon as he saw her, Yu Chuan'er's face became more and more ugly. He forced a smile and said that he wanted to go there, so he left Ying'er and went there on his own.

Something that is not polite!

Ying'er cursed again, and before Xiangling could speak, she pulled her to the corner of the back and asked in a slightest question: "Are you dead? Why did you let the little hoof climb up to your head?"

Xiangling was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was talking about Yu Chuan'er, so she answered naturally: "She has a good face, and she should have the final say in the room."

"you!"

Ying'er poked her eyebrows with hatred and said annoyedly: "Then are you watching her open your face?"

"This... me, why do I..."

Xiangling's face turned red when she remembered what happened that night, and Qiqiai Ai snored.

Ying'er saw that there must be something inside, so she asked her a lot, and then she realized that Yu Chuan'er had just been wearing thick face and boldly recommended herself to the pillow mat the night before!

Comparing the two, Xiangling's stupid girl was really worthless.

So he instigated him indifferently: "If you have such an opportunity, you should take the initiative, don't..."

"You'd better take a look at this bag first!"

Xiangling hurriedly pushed the bag into Ying'er's arms, blocking the words of tigers and wolfs.

Ying'er had no choice but to look down at the bag's style, and then said with surprise: "Why are there two? Or one big and one small?"

"I thought at first there was only one."

Seeing that she no longer entangled with the previous topic, Xiangling secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said ignorantly: "As a result, when she got into the house, she found two."

Seeing that Xiangling herself was also confused, Ying'er sighed helplessly: "Stop, let's make up both of me - you will be more careful in the future. It's very different to serving the man in this way when we are with our girls!"

After seeing the style and pinched the size with the thread tip, Ying'er said goodbye and left the Jiao family.

Xiangling sent her out of the yard, turned back to the main hall and put the bag in place, and then heard Jiao Shun outside shouting.

Xiangling hurriedly went out, but saw Jiao Shun was directing Shuanzhu and the coachman to unload things from the car.

When I got closer, I found that there were four or five hundred famous posts with hardwood skins and green backgrounds. Because each one was seven inches long and three inches wide, the stacks were quite a bit serious.

Jiao Shun sighed: "It's strange that everyone says it's difficult to do the Beijing officials. Just these famous posts that must be prepared are a lot of money every year."

Xiangling looked at it for a moment and couldn't help but say wonderingly: "I've seen Mr. Zheng's famous posts before, and it seems to be much smaller than this one."

“That’s natural.”

Jiao Shun said helplessly: "There are many tricks here. The ninth-grade famous posts are made of white seals and black, which should be nine inches long and three inches wide; the seven and eight ranks are made of green black, which is also three inches wide, and seven or eight inches long. Master Zheng is made of fifth ranks, and the posts are made of blue-grade red, and only five inches long and two inches wide, it is naturally smaller than mine."

Xiangling seemed to understand it but didn't understand it. She twisted her fingers like Chunchang and said strangely: "How come the bigger the official, the smaller the post?"

After a pause, he asked again: "Then the small pocket in our room is..."

"Just get a prize."

Jiao Shun explained: "I just hope to get a higher level as soon as possible. Because I heard that each family has prepared one, my wife also prepared one."

"As for why the older the official, the smaller the post is - I heard that the younger the official, the more clear the person is, to show humility; the older the official, the more careful it is to show majesty."

As he said that, he raised his hand impatiently: "Anyway, this breaks the rules and is as numerous as a cow. In order not to make jokes in the future, I have been confused all these days, but the master has never found a suitable one."

I originally thought that as long as I gave enough money, it would not be difficult to find an experienced master in the capital, but I did not expect that I had to encounter walls everywhere these days.

The reason is nothing more than the fact that Jiao Shun was born in a slave and was also a special official. Moreover, the Ministry of Works has made great contributions to the public. It is no secret that who would be willing to do anything bad at this stage?

Although there are a few people who want money, Jiao Shun dare not believe this person easily.

Just as he thought of these troubles, he saw Yu Chuan'er coming late from the east wing.

Jiao Shunxin was disliked three points.

How could he not notice Yu Chuan'er's little move behind his back suppressing Xiangling?

I just thought that after all, she had just given her body to herself, and recently she was busy with everything and served meticulously, so I couldn't bear to blame her.

But today...

Just as she was intentionally taking the opportunity to beat Yu Chuaner for a few words, she suddenly found that she was pale and depressed, and her posture was a little awkward when she walked.

Jiao Shunxin moved and quickly spoke and tentatively said, "What's wrong with you? If it's inconvenient for you, just take a rest in the house."

"Once Lao is thinking about it."

Yuchuan just thought he was asking about his well-being, and said in a touching manner: "I'm not a big deal, it's just that it's not convenient to serve the master."

The second half of the sentence deliberately lowered his voice, but Jiao Shun was overjoyed.

I waited for more than a month, but I had waited for it!

He didn't look moved and comforted him, "Then you'll have a good time to rest today, let Xiangling watch the night at night."

Yu Chuan'er's smile froze when she heard this. Her face, which was already a little pale due to menstruation, was completely gone.

Seeing her like this, Jiao Shun felt a little guilty and couldn't bear it. So he pulled Yu Chuan'er to the east wing and comforted her patiently.

Yu Chuan'er then recovered a little. While secretly resenting that this period was not the right time, she comforted herself and said that she still spoiled her.

Moreover, in just two or three days, Xiangling's stupid person may not be able to seize the opportunity.

Unexpectedly, in the evening, Jiao Shun couldn't wait to bring someone to the bathroom bucket into the house, and he found half a basin of charcoal fire from somewhere, which seemed to be free and unblocked!

Yu Chuan'er felt like she was hit hard, but Xiangling was so shy.

The delicate little face as big as a palm was red to the base of his ears, and the rouge mark on the eyebrows seemed to be bleeding.

She seemed to have ten green jade fingers tangled with twists, and even more roots were grown under her feet, and she refused to enter the inner room for a long time.

It was not until Jiao Shun repeatedly urged him that he turned around and moved in one step.

The watery eyes were half asking for help and half being embarrassed, but when they fell into Yu Chuan'er's eyes, they were clearly provoking!

She gritted her teeth and watched Xiangling enter the inner room, and closed the door tightly at Jiao Shun's instructions, but she still felt three points of luck in her heart.

"Master, I can't use it!"

However, a while later, Xiangling screamed and then all kinds of unbearable news came out.

Yu Chuan'er's heart immediately broke a few petals. She pulled off the gold bracelet desperately, and raised her hand to point it at the door of the north house.

But she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet and made a harsh effort, but she couldn't bear to throw the bracelet, and she didn't have the courage to smash Jiaoshun's door.

So I had to go back to the south alone and sit at the head of the bed and shed tears silently.

But after all, she was not willing to admit defeat. After crying enough, she ignited her fighting spirit like a chicken blood.

I thought to myself that I was ahead and that Xiangling's stupid person might not be willing to cooperate with Mr. Jiao's tricks.
Chapter completed!